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Have You Found What You’re Looking For? | (HS Athlete!Frankie Morales x Yearbook Photographer!Reader)

Chapter Two: Let’s Fall In Love For The Night

Reader and Frankie have their after school “date”.

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TW: Mentions of Sex, Mentions of Drugs, Mentions of High Sex, No Smut, KINDA CHEESY THOUGH NGL

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Chapter Two: Let’s Fall In Love For The Night

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Chapter Two: Let’s Fall In Love For The Night

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Have You Found What You’re Looking For? | (HS Athlete!Frankie Morales x Yearbook Photographer!Reader)

Chapter Two: Let’s Fall In Love For The Night

Reader and Frankie have their after school “date”.

Word Count: 1.3K

TW: Mentions of Sex, Mentions of Drugs, Mentions of High Sex, No Smut, KINDA CHEESY THOUGH NGL

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You could never tell -anyone- about your little date with Frankie Morales, especially the newspaper staff. If you guys ran a gossip page...? This would have been all over the front cover.

February 1st | 4:33pm

“So… the Yearbook, huh? How’s it coming along?” He asked, taking a drink from his energy drink and wiping his mouth.

The two of you had decided on a small sandwich shop near the school.

“It’s pretty much done, actually… In its final stages before we print.” You explained.

“Yeah? What about the newspaper? Anything exciting?” He asked.

“You tell me! You don’t read your own school newspaper, Morales?” You joked, nobody ever read it.

His head fell forward in defeat as he ate a potato chip.

“I’m a busy man!” He argued.

“So I’ve heard!” You retorted, laughing.

“Yeah? What is it that you’ve heard about me?” He raised his eyebrows as he stole a french fry from your plate.

“I… It was a joke.” You claimed, not wanting to come off as rude.

“Y/N… I hear the rumors too, you know… Even if they are about me.” He said, showing an indifference to the matter.

“Is that all they are… I mean… rumors?” You asked curiously, though you weren’t sure why you cared.

“Are you asking as a friend?” He asked, now looking sad, maybe nervous about confronting the rumors and opening up to you about the truth.

“Of course...” You reassured him, placing your hands on his between the two of you.

He met your eyes and for a second, you felt like he was real. Everything you thought you knew about him faded away.

You cared about him, more than you wanted to admit. You always had.

“Which rumors are we talking about?” He started.

“I’ll tell you anything you want to know… I don’t mind. I want you to know me… the real Frankie.” He explained sincerely.

Maybe he cared about you too.

“Did you- uhm- really get accepted to Duke? I mean… you’re the best player in the county, I’m sure you did.”

He laughed, “So, you think highly of me? One of few, Y/L/N... I’ll give you that.”

He took another sip of his drink before speaking again, “But, no, Florida State, actually. I’m moving out there in May… they want me to start training as soon as possible for the season.” He told you.

“May?” You asked. “Before graduation?” You tried not to sound disappointed.

“Yeah… It wasn’t the best deal to make… but I didn’t have any other options.” He scratched his stubble.

You imagined what he looked like without it.

“Y/N?” He snapped his fingers in front of your face, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Sorry… I just- I can’t believe you won’t be here for graduation.” You let your emotions show.

He leaned back in his seat and watched your sad eyes as you played with your napkin.

“Just means we have to make the most of the time we have left, right?” He proposed.

You gave him a smile as you nodded.

“C’mon, let’s take a walk! I’ll tell you anything else you want to know.” He told you, standing up and extending his hand out to you.

How could you say no to him?

-

“So… the cheerleaders… have you actually… you know…” You joked shyly as the two of you made it to the playground down the street.

You’d walked a couple laps around the park before deciding to sit somewhere. Frankie laughed at your question.

“Have I actually what?” He pried.

“Well! You know…” You said again.

“Actually, Y/N, I don’t.” He bluffed.

“Morales! You said you’d tell me anything.” You smacked his shoulder as the two of you sat on the swingset.

“Okay, okay! Fine! No, I haven’t… Except...” He started to say.

“Except?” You pried.

“It may be a possibility that I… you know… with one of them.” He admitted awkwardly.

“Yeah? That’s not too bad, nothing to be embarrassed over.” You assured him.

“Thing is… I… Well- I was high, it was a mistake. Nothing good came from it.” He admitted, sharing a piece of himself that you were sure he had never told anyone before.

“I didn’t know, I’m sorry.” You offered.

“Don’t be… I mean, how could you have known? I don’t even think she knew.” He told you, pain evident in his voice.

“Do you still do that… get high I mean?” You asked cautiously, knowing you may be overstepping.

“I-” He was cut off by one of his teammates walking by the playground.

“Fish! Caught another one did you?” They joked to him.

“Fuck off, Benny!” He retorted.

You laughed.

“Fish? What kind of nickname is that?” You quipped.

He laughed.

“That’s another story for another time, Y/N… I gotta get home soon, my mom will kill me if she doesn’t know where I am.” He explained.

“Okay… we should uhm- do this again sometime?” You proposed nervously.

“No kidding, you’re the best company I’ve had in months...It uh- means a lot that you gave me a chance.” He acknowledged.

You smiled as you got up and offered him your hand to help him off the swing.

“I’ll walk you back to your car before I head home.” He sweetly offered, picking up his backpack.

“Morales! You gotta get home! I can handle myself.” You promised him, flashing your small bottle of pepper spray attached to your keychain.

“Atta girl, come here.” He pulled you in for a hug.

“Thank you… I mean it.” He spoke quietly.

You smiled and slowly pulled away from the hug, lingering inches from his face.

“I’ll… see you tomorrow… Fish.” You giggled.

He humoredly sighed, “Please, call me Frankie!”

-

8:47pm

As you were getting ready to settle in for the night, your father opened your door and held the house phone out to you.

“There’s a call for you, says he’s someone named… Fish? You know him?”

You laughed and took the phone from his hands.

“Yes, dad. He’s a friend from school.” You explained, shooing him away with your hand kindly.

Once he was gone, you held the phone to your ear.

“Frankie?” You asked.

“Hey, Y/N… Sorry to call so late.” He apologized.

“No! No worries, what’s up? How did you even get my number?” You laughed again.

“Friends of friends… I just… I wouldn’t have gone searching for it if it wasn’t important.” He explained.

“Okay… So, what is it?” You questioned, getting nervous now.

“Well… You know there’s that Valentine’s Day dance coming up next week… All the guys have dates and I wasn’t gonna go, but…” He cut himself off.

“You don’t have to come with me if that’s- I know you probably don’t like those kinds of things.” He spoke softly.

He was right… You weren’t in love with school dances. You’d covered enough of them for the Yearbook over the years that you’d be happy to never attend one again… But somehow… You were compelled to say yes.

Though, you had to interrupt his babbling to get him to listen to you.

“Frankie! I’ll go, okay? We can go. I’d love to be your date.” The words hit you as you said them outloud.

“What- really?” He asked in disbelief.

“Of course… Only for the popularity points…” You joked.

“Oh, come on!” You laughed together.

After a few seconds of silence, he spoke again.

“You know something?” He started.

“Hm?” You questioned.

“I’ve heard a rumor that it only takes one night to fall for me…”

Due to personal experience, you didn’t doubt it.

“Oh yeah, what if I said the same for myself?” You joked.

“I guess we’ll just have to see, Y/L/N.” Frankie challenged.

“I- uhm- gotta go though, my mom wants me to hang up the phone, but I… I look forward to falling in love with you... for the night, of course.”

You felt your chest ache at the last part.

“Right back at you, Morales.”

Though you were pretty sure you already had...

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Have You Found What You’re Looking For? | (HS Athlete!Frankie Morales x Yearbook Photographer!Reader)

Chapter One: Come As You Are

Reader and Frankie meet for the first time.

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TW: Mentions of Alcohol Use, Mentions of Hangover, Mentions of Sex

February 1st | 8:43am

It wasn’t every day that you overslept and were late to school. You’d only missed your first period class a handful of times in your three and a half years of high school.

But it also wasn’t every day that you ran into the star player of the Varsity baseball team, clearly hungover.

There he was… The Frankie Morales.

You didn’t have a crush on him, there wasn’t anything to crush on. He was a player, he was popular, and he would probably never waste a breath on talking to you. You just wanted to- well- study him, know him. You’d seen him at every game, which means you’d seen his talent first hand. You knew he probably had a scholarship to some expensive school, where he’d only get better and eventually go professional. It was only a matter of time.

You watched as he got out of his car, threw on his sunglasses, fixed his jacket, and headed towards the campus. You figured he had spent the night in some cheerleader’s bed, he was notorious for that. You tried not to assume, it was none of your business even if you worked for the school newspaper. Your job was to report on actual things of importance, not Frankie Morales’s sex life.

You decided to sit in your car for another short while since you’d prefer to miss first period all together instead of walking in awkwardly late. When there were only a couple of minutes left until passing period, you decided to make your way to the campus supervisor’s office for a late pass. But of course, you had forgotten your hoodie in the car and only had your long sleeve to keep you warm. You hadn’t noticed until it was far too late to turn back.

You sighed in relief though as you entered the office. It was warm… and even warmer once you noticed Frankie sitting in the waiting area. For a second, you wanted to say something to him, like you knew him. Instead, you just turned your back to him and faced the front desk. As you signed the sign-in sheet, you heard one of the supervisors call Frankie’s name.

“Alright, Morales! Let’s go.”

You had to resist the urge to watch him walk away. He was so… captivating. He had everyone wrapped around his finger, even the staff. You could guess that he had dozens of tardies, but no one ever felt right punishing him. It was repulsive. He was just another jock.

You thanked the lady at the desk and prepared yourself to walk back out into the cold where you planned to wait nearby until the bell rang. As soon as you got outside though, you wished you had stayed in the office for warmth. Frankie was still outside, waiting for the golf cart’s windshield to defrost. You hoped he wouldn’t notice you, you knew he wouldn’t.

It felt like every couple of seconds you were checking your wrist watch and then clutching your arms to your chest again. Time was going painfully slow this morning. You thought maybe you could get a headstart to class when all of a sudden,

“Hey.” You heard from behind you.

There was no way.

You turned to find Frankie taking off his sunglasses and holding out his hand to shake yours. You could see the bags under his eyes, but you decided to ignore them, for his sake. You were sure the last thing he needed was some nobody reminding him he looked like hell and reeked of beer. For a second, you almost felt concerned for him.

“Hi- uhm, I’m Frankie… Morales. You might know me, I’m on the baseball team.” He told you.

He was more awkward than you had imagined.

“Hi, yeah- of course. You’re the star.” You babbled.

“You’re the star?” You thought to yourself. What a joke.

“That’s what they tell me.” He laughed.

“Anyway, I came over to ask if you would take my sweater? I can tell you’re freezing.” He explained.

“I’m okay, thank you.” You replied kindly, wanting to end the conversation. 

Were you… afraid of him?

“Would you at least let us give you a ride then… to class?” He asked, sweetly.

“Thank you again… but I’m okay. You have to get to class, don’t you, Morales?” You joked.

He chuckled. “I guess I do... Y/L/N.”

Confusion spread across your face as he walked away.

“Wait! You know who I am?” You asked, maybe a little too excitedly.

“Of course I do. Y/N, right? You were on Yearbook last year, I saw you at all of our games…” He explained, wanting to avoid sounding creepy.

“Yeah, I- uhm- I take pictures for the school paper.” You stumbled.

“I figured that out…you didn’t think I was the only star on this campus, did you, Y/N?” He winked.

You blushed as he walked away once again, only to see him turn back to you.

“Come on, get in! We’re going to be late!” He shouted over the school bell.

-

As he and the campus supervisor dropped you off in front of your second period class, Frankie jumped out of the seat with you. You expected this to be a one time thing- like most of his encounters with girls- but instead, he surprised you.

“We’re doing a scrimmage today… after school. It’d be cool if you could come, y’know… to take pictures? We could go out to eat afterward.” He proposed.

Did you even have to think about it? A date? With The Frankie Morales?

“Sure- yeah! I’ll be there.” You smiled.

“Good! I’ll see you then, don’t forget to bring your camera!” He shouted from the golf cart.

“Wait! What do I wear?” You shouted back.

“Just come as you are!” He shouted as the cart sped away.

You laughed as he disappeared into a sea of students.

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It’s almost eerie how empty the streets of Los Angeles are under the bright sun. While Europe is groping its way into its “new normal”, here in LA even those who are not neurotic are still apprehensive. Many of them haven’t met their friends for six months. The pandemic is out of control. The reactions to it, too. Inviting someone to the garden for a “distance drink” can lead to exactly the same amount of annoyance as suggesting a partner swap.

It was all the more surprising that Pedro Pascal immediately accepted. So for a drink, not to swap partners. He’s one of the big climbers of the year - and if Corona hadn’t put the film industry on compulsory leave, there probably wouldn’t have been time for this drink. After “Game of Thrones”, the series in which his skull was suddenly crushed, the lead role in “Narcos” followed in 2015 as a DEA agent on the hunt for Pablo Escobar, and now the step into the big Hollywood cinema. From October 1st, the native Chilean will appear in the blockbuster “Wonder Woman 1984”. In addition, the second season of the “Star Wars” series “The Mandalorian” starts in October on Disney+ with him in the lead role - but under his helmet. And somehow we are all under a helmet in 2020. We want to meet this man who worked as a waiter in New York a few years ago, whose parents are political refugees who found asylum in Denmark, settled in Texas and whose son went to the theater company one day in high school.

Then the rejection! While we were just preparing the house and the garden for a drink with Pedro, and organizing the fashion shoot - which is not easy under the current security precautions in LA -, his management called us with an unfortunate news: Pedro had - no, no Corona - to be operated due to an accident, and now in bed with a swelling face that does not allow any conversation or photo-session. 

A few days later he was standing in front of the door, puffy, still with threads in his mouth, not been brought by a limo service, but in his own car - and a make-up artist he also picked up at home and brought with him. He helps her bringing in her work utensils - what a gentleman - and lets you know first: “Now I have time today!” At first we didn’t want to ask him about how he made it onto Hollywood’s A-List, but he promopts us. 

Pedro Pascal: Sorry that I messed up your plans. The operation was an absolute emergency.

GQ: Really? We wondered if the swelling wasn’t the result of a secret visit to the cosmetic surgeon. They should currently not be able to save themselves from orders due to the quarantine in Hollywood.

I have to disappoint you there. I sped to the hospital a few days before our appointment with a tooth fracture and the worst pain of my life - one where the severe corona cases end up. I couldn’t reach a dentist! A specialist called me back shortly before the parking garage. I’ll spare you the details of the operation, truly scary. Anyway, the pain was hellish, despite the ten injections. The doctor said that I was not an isolated incident, as people grind their teeth extremely from stress at night.

What are you most afraid of at the moment? 

How the government is dealing with the pandemic worries me even more than the virus itself. This lack of intelligent crisis management is a moral shame. The leadership crisis in the country makes us all orphans - penniless left to our own devices.

How have you spent the last few months? 

With frozen pizza in a jogging suit in Venice Beach. I live in a back building that is in a family’s garden. There are actually plenty of good take-out restaurants nearby, but for some reason I like salami pizza from the supermarket.

That doesn’t exactly sound like a movie star lifestyle. How does it feel when you are slowed down from top speed to zero? 

If you look at what else is going on in the world, you should keep your own sensitivities in check. I would have to lie if I pretended not to be disappointed. The whole team put an incredible amount of heart and soul into the production of “Wonder Woman 1984”. We had a lot of fun on set. I would have liked to travel the world with this feeling of liveliness, and present the film.

You come from a politically active, socialist family who fled Chile from the Pinochet regime. What do you remember back then? 

My sister and I were born in Chile, but I was only 9 months old when we first found asylum in Denmark. From there we moved to San Antonio, Texas, where my father worked as a doctor at the university clinic.

Texas isn’t exactly known as a socialist utopia. How did you settle in there? 

San Antonio is not a cowboy city, but rather diverse, with large Asian, black and Latino communities. I remember it as a romantic place, culturally open. The culture shock didn’t come until we later moved to Orange County, California. There the atmosphere was suddenly white, preppy and conservative.

How were you received in California? 

I am still ashamed now when I think about the fact that my classmates just called me Peter and I didn’t correct that. I am Pedro. Even if I didn’t grow up in Chile, the country and the language are part of me. I was pretty unhappy in this environment. But at least I was able to switch to another school near Long Beach where I felt more comfortable. I found my way through the school theater there.

Were you able to visit your family’s home as a child? 

Yes, when my parents landed on a list of exiles who were allowed to return without consequences. First, there was a big family reunion, then my sister and I were stayed there with relatives for a few months while my parents went back to Texas. They probably needed a break from us. They got us pretty young, a lively social life, and my mother was doing a PhD in psychology.

Was your mother a typical young psychologist who wants to apply her theoretical knowledge at home?

You mean, was I a guinea pig? In any case. I still remember weird tests and sessions disguised as a game, where someone watched me react to different toys. Although I couldn’t have been more than six, I was aware of the dynamic. I preferred to be asked about my dreams. It was always a wonderful opportunity to come up with fantastic stories. 

Was that your first performance?

Without doubt! My mother was troubled by my strong imagination, as I would rather live in my fantasy world than reality. I hated school. I ended up in the “problem child” drawer. At some point the topics got more interesting and my grades got better. So many children are unnecessarily diagnosed with learning disabilities without considering that class can be downright daunting. Why is it acceptable to be so bored in class when there are more stimulating ways to impart knowledge?

With all that is happening in the world this summer, do you think that we are now taking social change seriously enough? 

Hopefully. I went back to people for the first time after the lockdown to take the streets for “Black Lives Matter”. The energy was peaceful and hopeful until the police interfered and provoked serious rioting. After all, we cannot run away from the problems as we usually do and are less likely to distract ourselves. It seems as if the pressure of the pandemic has led to a new clarity: we do not want to continue like this.

The trailer for “Wonder Woman 1984” revives the optimism of the 80s. From today’s perspective that is almost nostalgic.

Not without a reason. You’re really happy for a full two hours. The director Patty Jenkins has made a film full of positive messages. We shot in Washington, DC, then in London and Spain - which sounds like I’m telling from a bygone era. 

Do you miss traveling?

It is only now becoming clear what a privilege it is to be able to pack your things and fly anywhere. With an American passport you could always move freely. And that is why it is actually unimaginable in what small radius our life now takes place. In the last few years I have often withdrawn between filming because I was so much on the go and overstimulated. Friends have already complained about how comfortable I have become. We all took social exchange for granted and are only now realizing how much we depend on human closeness. In the past few weeks I have often wistfully thought of all the party and dinner invitations that I canceled earlier.

In LA, you spend more time in private spaces or in nature than in other metropolises that are more oriented towards public life. Could this city be your retreat after New York?

My real home is my friends. I lead a nomadic life from an early age and have never taken deep roots anywhere. Until recently, the physical home was a place between arrival and departure and therefore not something I wanted to complicate with the accumulation of things. On the contrary: without having read Marie Kondo’s book beforehand, I have freed myself of ballast in recent years and have already lived quite reduced.

Is there nothing that you collect or that you wouldn’t say goodbye to?

Books! I even have the literature I read as a teenager and in college. The other day I came across a box of old theater manuscripts and materials from my studies at New York University. I can’t easily part with art, just as I can’t part with lamps or old photos. On the other hand, furniture and clothes are not a problem.

Do you remember roles that the costumes really defined?

Yes, “Game of Thrones” comes to mind primarily. During this time I first understood what it means to be supported by a look as an actor. I owe that to the costume designer Michele Clapton. For my role, she developed these very feminine robes and brocade coats, which looked dressed but manly and in which I felt sexy. And of course Lindy Hemming’s power suits and Jan Sewell’s bleached hairstyle for the tycoon villain Maxwell Lord in “Wonder Woman 1984” were also very important. In terms of style, I didn’t see myself in this role at first, as the cuts and colors of the 80s don’t necessarily suit my body. I’m seventies by type.

Do you take inspiration like this into your private wardrobe? 

In my spare time, a cool look is now being abandoned in favor of comfort. Occasionally, I feel sorry for the times when I expressed myself through a certain style. Hard to imagine that I went to raves as a teenager in the 90s; a real club kid with insane outfits: overalls, parachute pants, soccer jerseys and a top hat, as in the children’s book “The Cat In The Hat” by Dr. Seuss. Later in New York I was out and about with a clique in which it was very important to have a certain style. The fact that I am now only out and about in jogging pants is not really possible!

Anyone who plays in comic book adaptations actually becomes a bodybuilder and eats ten steamed chicken breasts a day. How about you?

My body wouldn’t go along with that. I find it hard enough to keep in shape. From your mid-40s you have to be a lot more disciplined. Until the tooth incident, I worked in the garden with a trainer several times a week to get the quarantine body under control. 

Apart from this coach, is there any steady relationship in your life?

I am not that far yet. Maybe someday, but until then, I’ll show mercy. Unfortunately, I don’t even have absurd corona dating stories to offer.

What would get on your nerves the most if you had yourself as a roommate?

I can be pretty decisive. I have to scrape together all of my humanity so as not to push through my film selection every evening. If I want something, I don’t approach it from behind or passively-aggressively, but in frontal mode. I also tend to tunnel vision: if I feel bad, I cannot imagine that it will eventually get better. I find it difficult to put emotions into perspective or to cast off problems. Method acting really wouldn’t be for me at all. And that’s why I try to only work on projects that feel good, where you support and encourage each other.

Before trying on clothes [for the photoshoot], you spoke of a lack of self-esteem. How does that go with a career like yours?

Isn’t it interesting how these properties and conditions are related? Self-worth comes from within, but it is also influenced by what society values, as we often adopt critical views from outside. I lived in New York for 20 years, studied there and then, until my mid-30s, earned my living as a waiter because I couldn’t keep my head above water with theater and occasional film roles. Again and again it almost worked. The disappointment of repeatedly missing a perfect role or opportunity can be weary. When should you give up and what would plan B be? These questions arise not only for most actors, but also for many others,who struggle to survive professionally - no matter how much potential they have or how close the tip seems to be within reach. We are just realizing how much our narrow definition of success is destroying society. At the same time, we also become aware that origin and skin color still determine the likelihood of being able to lead a dignified existence.

What are the positive aspects of relatively late success as a leading man?

I have the feeling that I can shape my life myself - without being under pressure of accepting projects or having to develop a certain identity on social media. That certainly has to do with the fact that I am a man. Sadly, it’s different for women, and needs to change that - regardless of age -, they have been constrained by social conventions where they either expected to play a predefined character, or go through even more struggles to get their talent and skills recognized. 

Life is always a risk management, but even more so than usual. What would you be ready to lose?

Generally speaking, if you don’t risk anything, you run the risk of achieving nothing. That goes for friendship, love, work, creativity. For everything that really means something to me, I have to be ready to take risks.